All Men to Women
| All Men to Women
written by Anna Wickham
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You have taken our life in your hands, like a small sick bird;
As you might feed him with your lips, so with your word
Have you sustained us; remembering your kind eyes
We have forgot our pitiless ways, and have grown wise.
With brittle strength to fight and to desire,
What do we but bring fuel to your fire?
For our best labour, your fine powers control,
O maker of man's body and his soul!
The flower of all our winning we would give
To mightier men, the Race that is to live.
On your good courage must our victory rest,
You bear all future days beneath your breast.
O pitiful heart! From whom we draw our strength,
Would you have wisdom? Know your power at length,
From our frail might grant us the thing we seek.
We who are born so small, and live so weak.
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